Nangong Yijian still didn't know how powerful it was, but when he caught a glimpse of those people in the upper realm, he found that their faces were as white as if they were bloodless, and he couldn't help but turn white.

Yan Ruyu pulled her hair and spread her hands, there were already a few more strands of green silk on her palm.

"If you don't see the Yellow River, you won't die, now I want you to see, you should know who you can mess with and who you can't. She said lightly.

Nangong Yijian is still a little foggy, Yan Ruyu wants to strangle him with his hair, such a method is not clever, and it is not the same as the punishment she said before.

However, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the faces of those people, it was as if there was no blood and then no bones, as if the wind could blow and fall.

Naturally, he didn't know that when those people heard Yan Ruyu's words, they knew that a large part of these words were for them. She is holding Nangong's sword, and she is also taking the opportunity to hold them.

If she really knows the queen mother's methods, they won't dare to provoke her again in the future. Not only that, but you have to take a detour when you see it.

Nangong is a sword, this is death.

The green silk in Yan Ruyu's hand flashed, and the spiritual power flowed, and it was still silky at the moment, but it was more powerful than that rope. She twisted one end, and with a flick of it, the green silk hit Nangong Yijian's shoulder like a smoke lead.

Nangong Yijian gasped.

Yan Ruyu didn't keep his hand, it was really painful, but he just gasped unyieldingly, instead of shouting loudly, look at this appearance, but she became the devil, and he, the real devil, became a righteous person who was suppressed by the devil.

Another green silk drilled into the body of Nangong Yijian from the other shoulder.

Nangong Yijian finally couldn't help but open his mouth and shouted, his voice was low, and he didn't scream loudly.

The onlookers were already gloomy, and Yan Ruyu's move was indeed seen in the Queen Mother's Palace. And the queen mother cherishes her hair, and generally does not pull it from her head on the spot, but usually collects it when the fairy servants comb their hair.

She can't bear to waste it, and she repeatedly uses these lost hair to punish people who are not doing well.

Later, it probably became an addiction, and the Queen Mother especially preferred this mouthful, as if she was unhappy if she didn't run out of hair, so this trick was very famous.

As for how to feel, these people have not experienced it, it is just hearsay. It is said that this hair does not work by punching it into any place in the body, but must be the acupuncture point on the shoulder.

This acupuncture point is inconspicuous, and even the normal operation of spiritual power does not flow through this acupuncture point. But it is linked to the veins and bones, as well as most of the bloodlines.

In other words, the hair enters from this acupuncture point, which can directly affect too many things. The caster can deal with whatever he wants, and he is very capable of manipulating people.

But they heard again that this spell has to be the hair of the queen mother, and other people's generally can't do it, why can Yan Ruyu's can?

Actually, the reason is also very simple. In this world, it is estimated that few people will be as bored as the Queen Mother and Yan Ruyu, and when cultivating, not only do they take care of their whole body, but they also don't let go of their hair.

In addition to cultivation, it is very necessary to set aside a part of spiritual power for hair care. And these two people are very beauty-loving people, a hundred times more than ordinary beauty-loving women, not to mention hair, even pores.

Therefore, their hair, in addition to ornamentation, can also be used as a weapon, which is very sharp.

However, Yan Ruyu has taken a lot of advantage over the queen mother, after all, she doesn't need to spend too much effort in this area, as far as the several sets of exercises she cultivates are concerned, they all have the function of beauty salons, and no matter how ordinary a woman is, she will become a stunning beauty.

The hair of a stunning beauty, of course, is beyond the reach of others.

Yan Ruyu pulled out a total of five hairs, and the first two strands of hair had already entered Nangong Yijian's body.

She thought for a moment and said in a very vicious tone: "The hair will twist your veins and veins, and finally pierce into your bones, bursting out the spiritual poison that has been squeezed for so many years, and at that time, you will definitely not be as easy as you are now." ”

Cultivating by monks absorbing spiritual power is by no means only beneficial, but also has some disadvantages.

As a qualified monk, it is impossible to absorb only one type of spiritual power in his lifetime, and when so many different spiritual powers are mixed together, spiritual poison will slowly form.

The spirit poison had the greatest effect on the body refining cultivators, as it was hidden in the bone veins. Ordinary monks generally don't touch it, and they don't have seizures, and ordinary people know that there is spiritual poison in their bodies, but they don't care too much.

But now, Yan Ruyu has hooked the spiritual poison in Nangong Yijian's body.

Nangong Yijian listened to her voice and fell to the ground like a bead, and the pain in his body suddenly hurt, and he really had a bit of a taste of words. He felt desolate to himself, and now Yan Ruyu's cultivation has reached the point of arguing with the immortals, and his dream of being the first person in the immortal world is so broken that he can't even find the glass slag.

Not to mention Yan Ruyu, there is also the pile spirit who suddenly became young and powerful, and Hua Wuyan, who hides and can't find anyone...... Many hermit monks who have emerged......

Everything in the past was done in vain, Nangong Yijian lowered his head and struggled in hideousness and pain, and the expression on his face changed greatly, as if something was uncontrollable and wanted to break out.

Yan Ruyu stared at him, thinking that probably the spirit in his body couldn't stand this breath and wanted to take his place to resist this punishment.

Yan Ruyu felt funny, she couldn't even carry Nangong's sword, where did this spirit get her confidence.

Two more green silks flew out of his palm, which submerged into Nangong Yijian's body, passed through his tendons, and directly entered his dantian, binding the spirit.

"Poof!" The dantian was conquered, and Nangong spit out a sword and a mouthful of blood.

That spirit was different from Nangong Yijian, he was controlled by those immortals in the front, but it didn't, so Yan Ruyu's green silk couldn't bind it.

As soon as it struggled, it broke Yan Ruyu's green silk.

As a result, Nangong Yijian's spiritual power was chaotic, and he spat blood miserably.

However, because of this spirit, the spell of the pioneer immortal was rushed away, and he suddenly mastered the power to control his body.

Suddenly raised his head, and raised his hand towards Yan Ruyu to attack, a bit like a fish dying and the net was broken.

However, Yan Ruyu did not move at all, and the corners of her mouth were sarcastic.

Sure enough, seeing that Nangong Yijian hadn't stood up straight, the pain came up again, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, he couldn't stand it, and knelt in front of Yan Ruyu sluggishly, with a little bit of kneeling and begging for mercy.

Yan Ruyu didn't look at it, but only glanced in the direction of the entrance of the sword mound.

I saw a figure jumping over quickly, holding a frightened yellow-haired girl in her arms, appearing not far away and stopping.

Seeing Nangong Yijian kneeling on the ground in shame, Nangong Yijian closed his eyes and said very tiredly: "I'll exchange her for my father's ......"